(This poem is partially fictional)

I'm over here fighting in Iraq.
I watch my fellow soldiers backs.
I've seen some good people get killed.
When I see them die, it makes me ill.
We've been here too long, we should go home now.
But that is something that George Bush won't allow.
It's pitiful to see these soldiers suffer and bleed.
Their families aren't getting the love they need.
My fellow soldiers are brave but they still feel fear.
I want myself and the rest of us taken out of here.